Deer their steps are liquid though air—delicate as Spring's first flowers their shy gaze darts here and there—a quick knowing deeper than sight in a loose weave they travel—giving space to trees and sky like you the valley grows gentle around them ~ Elizabeth Reninger * …
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To That Which Holds
Sabbaths, 1982—IV Thrush song, stream song, holy love That flows through earthly forms and folds, The song of Heaven’s Sabbath fleshed In throat and ear, in stream and stone, A grace living here as we live, Move my mind now to that which holds Things as they change. The warmth has come. The doors have opened. Flower and song Embroider ground and air, lead me Beside the healing field …